Ocean Storms

Cobraqueen: You'll find out... i can't really say soon... in a few more chaps maybe?

Avernion: You'll find out soon enough about Damien, just hints for now though... :). Glad you think it was cute. Needed a little... Up... after the last scene, you know what I mean? And maybe that is the reason why. ;)

Yoai_lover: You can say it as many times as you want, it will never fail to make me very very happy.

Wollfyn: You could have both Damien /and/ Angel as your favorite.

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John could just feel his eye twitch when he’d walked back into the infirmary, seeing the representative the merman cuddled up together.

It was sickening.

Grown men shouldn’t do that, whether it was to comfort someone or not. That’s the way it was in his days, and that’s how he was always going to see it.

“Wake up!” He said, loud enough to startle Damien, who looked around confused for a second, before remembering where he was at.

Angel woke up when Damien started, and tried to snuggle closer to the warm body, wanting to fall back asleep, but it seemed it couldn’t be, because Damien gently picked him up, and laid him down on the bed, before standing.

“Did you figure out what you were going to do?” Damien said, seeming wide awake, and not like he’d just waken up, other than to rub a hand across his eyes and through his hair.

“We need a way to figure out how to get Angel to tell us what it was that was after him.” John grunted, walking up to the doctor’s cabinets and rifling through them, and finding painkillers.

Damien noted that the scientist popped a pill, before thrusting the bottle into a pocket, instead of putting it back on the shelf.

John saw the representative raise an eyebrow in question.

“Back,” He supplied, not wanting to get into it. Damien was kind enough to leave it alone.

“What are you going to do with Angel?”

“Didn’t I just fucking say that-” John started out, voice loud before Damien cut him off.

“Where’s he going to stay. What’s he going to eat. The workers are too afraid to come around here anymore, even if they need medicine and the like, and Angel is still really weak, he needs food.”

John sighed, and shook his head.

“Just take him to the break room, see if Haley can’t find something for him. I’ll have Vic figure out where he sleeps.” John really didn’t want to bother with it now. He was tired, because he had been overseeing repairs along with Hector, and they’d both been up for hours and hours. It didn’t do well to get overstressed, as the scientists were remembering.

Damien sucked in a breath. It’s not like he had anything else to do, though he could probably try and get the kid away from the wife, but there was something off about her. For one thing, before the attacks, she flirted with just about every young man in the vicinity. Whether she didn’t exactly take her vows to heart, or she was just always like that, he didn’t know, nor care. It wasn’t his problem.

Angel was though. His skin had been getting even paler over the last few days, if that was even possible. Even his hair and the patch of scales on his back seemed to have lost their luster.

“Do you have anything he can wear?” Damien looked at the merman, who was only covered by a blanket, and he thought it probably wouldn’t be the best idea to let Angel walk around naked.

“What the fuck do you think? Why the hell would I have clothes that could fit him?” John sneered, before calling for the doctor. “Just let him wear some scrubs.”

Damien watched as the scientist walk out, passing the doctor, who looked back, and then at Damien, confused.

“Do you need something?” The doctor asked. Damien couldn’t remember his name, and truthfully, he couldn’t care less.

“Do you have any scrubs?” The black haired man asked, and the doctor walked to the closet, and pulled out a shirt and pants, and handing it to the man.

“Thanks,” Damien said, before waving the other man off, who looked incredulous, but did what he was told, and left the room.

“Put these on,” He held out the clothes to Angel, who stared up at him, still sleepy, and more than a little confused.

Angel looked at the clothes, before taking them, and looking up at Damien, head cocked to the side.

The two stared at each other, before Damien realized that the merman probably had no idea what he gave him, or how to put it on.

He sighed, before taking the clothes back, and putting the shirt on the bed.

Damien pulled Angel to where he was sitting on the end of the bed, and squatted down, picking up one foot and pushing it through the leg of the pants, and then the other. He pulled them up, and Angel had the forethought to stand up a little, to get them over his hips.

Damien stood up, and motioned for Angel to do so, whose legs seemed a little wobbly once he finally got up.

He picked the shirt up, and managed to get Angel to keep his arms up, before slipping it over his arms and head.

“There, now come on.” Damien said, grabbing onto Angel’s wrist and pulling towards the door, only to be met with resistance.

When he turn back around, Angel was tugging at the shirt.

“What the hell are you doing?” Damien let go of his arm, and Angel pulled his shirt up, and put the collar of it in his mouth, biting on it, and pulling.

Damien watched, surprised, as Angel ripped his shirt in half then falling to the floor.

“You‘re just going to have to put on another one,” Damien stated, going to the closet, and getting out another one. He wasn‘t sure why the doctor even had scrubs, since this was just an infirmary and not a hospital.

When Angel saw the shirt in Damien’s hands, he must have known where it was going, because he crossed his arms, and turned his head.

“Don’t be stubborn,” Damien said, trying to get Angel to put his arms up again. When the merman wouldn’t do it, he sighed, and threw the shirt on the bed, before grabbing Angel’s arm again.

“If you want to walk around half naked, then fine.” He said, and Angel followed this time.

They walked for a few moments, Angel making them stop so he could look behind just about every door they passed through. Most of the workers weren’t there, and a few of the other scientists waved.

Damien was pretty patient, though after a while he was growing tired with all the stops, and was thankful when they finally got to the break room.

“Well well, who’s your cute little friend?” A large woman with rosy cheeks and a big smile said, walking in front of the two that had just arrived. She was the cook, the woman John had talked about, Haley.

“Angel. We’re trying to figure out what he eats.” Damien answered to the woman, who’s smile got larger.

“I’ve never failed to feed a man. Come on in ta the kitchen,” she turned around, and headed into another room, the two men following behind her.

The few that were already in the room quickly left, leaving just the three.

“You always gotta scare people off,” She told Damien jokingly. He was there often, because it was, oddly enough, one of the few places to get some quiet. “Any preferences?”

“We have no idea what he likes.” Damien said, looking at Angel, who was walking around the kitchen, looking at how the light shined on the metal of the cooking utensils hung up here and there.

“Then what’s he been eatin’ all this time?” Haley asked, confused. Her eyes widened when she saw the scales on Angel’s back, and then it all came together. “So this is the mermaid. I never gotta chance to see him.”

“They tried to give him fish, but he won’t eat anything.” Damien went back into his thoughts, trying to remember everything they gave him specifically.

“Did they try giving him somethin’ other than fish?” Haley wanted to know, and began rifling through a few cabinets.

“What else is there to eat in the ocean?” Damien really didn’t know. He knew nothing about mermaids. He had thought, until recently, that they’d been extinct for the last hundred years or so. Or at least that was the rumor that was flowing around the ‘immortals community’.

“Lots of things, hon.” She grabbed a few plates, and began to throw things together, a few things from each of the food groups.

“Sorry for being a bother,” Damien apologized. The woman worked hard enough, having to feed the almost one hundred people working here. Number dwindling or not, she really had her hands full.

“It’s fine. I’m happy to serve my boys.” She said happily, honestly. She put everything on a table, and pulled up a chair, and stood back. “Try that.”

She had set down many kinds of fruit, both raw and cooked fish and other kinds of meat, things you could find on an island or in the ocean, and then some.

They watched as Angel made his way to the food, looking up at Damien before sitting down. He started picking through everything, lifting some up to sniff at them, even going so far as to lick and nip at it, before seeming to find something he liked.

Damien was surprised when he actually took a bite of the fruit. Papaya, he noted. Then Angel went after the grapes.

After eating about half the fruit on the table, he went on to the meat, picking through it, but not touching the fish.

“What kind is that?” Damien asked as Angel started nibbling on a piece of meat.

“Pork. He’s been eyeing that and the venison. I don’t think he likes fish all that much.” Haley concluded. It was part of her job to see what everyone liked to eat, as a whole and individual.

Damien thought it was odd, but didn’t question it. He was just happy the merman was finally eating something. He’d /have/ to start getting his energy back. Now that he thought about, it was a miracle Angel had even woken up, after losing so much of it.

“I’ve heard that he’s gone for a long time since eating. If I know a man, and believe me, I do, he’ll probably want to sleep for a while.” Haley said, and Damien nodded, having come to the same conclusion.

“I’ll have to go ask if they’ve figured out where he’s going to sleep. Would you watch over him?” When Haley nodded, Damien began to walk to the door, about to step out when he heard a scrape and thud, and was almost knocked over when something grabbed onto him from behind.

“Seems he‘s attached,” Haley chuckled as Angel refused to let go of the man.

“You’re telling me…” Damien sighed, trying to turn around. “Seems I’m taking him with me.”

“Darn, was hopin to get to know him a little.” She rolled her eyes, and began to pick up the plates.

“Again, sorry about the trouble,” Damien said, getting a grin.

“Don’t worry. Please, come back anytime. I wouldn’t mind seeing you cuties comin in every now and again.” Not that she saw Damien much, other when he came in the break room to read. She had two theories. One, he had a secret stash of food, or two, he came in whenever she wasn’t in. The kitchen was open to anyone after hours, because it was the only place to get a drink.

Damien nodded, and finally managed to pry Angel’s arms off when the merman was sure that the man wasn’t going to leave without him.

“I’ll come in for some food later for him,” Damien stated, and, with a hold on Angel’s arm, walked out of the room, heading towards Vic’s office.